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If you could go back in time would you do it? Why or why not? If so, what would you go back to? Before you answer, these things would apply: Your kids would still be here, they would be just … Continue reading →

I heard gray would come aroundThat you’d find me soon and you, show up nowI heard going gray was trueGuess I couldn’t hide forever from youOld age, why aren’t you more shy?Just like you to come and not hide from the lightI hate you turned up out of the blue, uninvitedBut you couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight itI had hoped I’d see my face and wouldn’t be remindedThat for me, my youth is overNever mind, I’ll find some dye for youI wish you had not shown up with your gray hair crewPlease go away, I begged, but my hairstylist saidWhen gray hair comes around, you should just dye your hair redWhen gray hair comes around, you should just dye your hair redYou know how the time fliesOnly yesterday I had never used dyesWhen I was raised my mom had some graysGuess it’s my turn now for depressing daysI hate you turned up out of the blue, uninvitedBut you couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight itI had hoped I’d see my face and wouldn’t be remindedThat for me, my youth is overNever mind, I’ll find some dye for youI wish you had not shown up with your gray hair crewPlease go away, I begged, but my hairstylist saidWhen gray hair comes around, you should just dye your hair red, yeahNothing compares, hair worries and caresWhy are there no cures? Gray hair still enduresWho would have known how horrible this would lookNever mind, I’ll find some dye for youI wish you had not shown up with your gray hair crewPlease go away, I begged, but my hairstylist saidWhen gray hair comes around, you should just dye your hair redNever mind, I’ll find some dye for youI wish you had not shown up with your gray hair crewPlease go away, I begged, but my hairstylist saidWhen gray hair comes around, you should just dye your hair redWhen gray hair comes around, you should just dye your hair red

Oh, little brown thing, shaped like poop You’re the only thing my kids won’t scoop Off the street in the parade The one to me, they quickly gave It isn’t as if they don’t like you When the … Continue reading →

I still can’t stay long, since I’m trying to write for real, but I wanted to share this story with anyone who might still be stopping by. As a side note, do you think I will ever get published? I’m … Continue reading →